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Desolation: The Vanguard

Chapter II: Delilah

By Von Krieger

The unnatural warmth flowed through Delilah's cybernetic body; spell-warped metal was painlessly burned away, replaced by their deimoplasmic equivalents. Retaining her massive strength and power, the cyborg felt herself becoming lighter, her body going from one of pure technology with a hint of magic, to one of pure magic. As long as you had the will to shape it, deimoplasm could be anything you wanted. It was nearly impossible to have a demon with flesh and bone like Delilah's, enchanted things didn't seem to translate over very well to the raw demon form. As difficult as it had been to create Delilah and the others, it would be many time more difficult in order to accomplish the same might upon a demon.

But it seemed child's play to take something that lived and convert its form into that of a demon. All the hard work was done; years of will had fixed the spiritual form of Delilah's body into the fabric of reality, and now the demonic energies simply worked upon the metallic muscle and bone. The angelic, pure white of Delilah's skin was soon no more. An angry red seeped through her veins, spreading outward until every inch of skin was the same deep crimson as her mech. The spirit of Lillith perched upon her bed, eagerly watching its pilot's transformation.

Delilah gasped, the effort so easy, only the slightest force needed to draw breath into her lungs. Her cybernetic body, made of heavy alloys and light yet durable mythril, had been a chore to speak with. It took concentration and effort to make herself breathe, and even more to maintain the even pace of respiration required for her to speak.

She felt alive again, like a living thing and not merely a machine. As more and more of herself was given over to the supposed dark and demonic forces that surged into her, she felt more and more human, less like a monster, less like the emotionless killing machine that she had narrowly avoided becoming.

Delilah's short metallic spinal extension, the cybernetic aspect that allowed her to control the Lillith's tail, but was something she considered to be too short to be called a proper tail had the problem quickly solved. It retained its gleaming metallic appearance, as well as its segmentation. It grew outward, the narrow, inch thick portion becoming the end of a long, thick, tapering, lizard-like tail, rather like the Lillith's own, but retaining the details that made it Delilah's.

She smiled and bent it experimentally, the new limb bending and flexing with ease, able to move in a variety of directions and positions. It was very sinuous, like a serpent. She ran her hands over it, delighting in the smooth, but warm and slick feeling of it. It looked like metal, but it was alive, living tissue with a metallic tint to it.

Her cybernetic aspects vanished, the cold, dead, empty spots within her now filled by energized, living deimoplasm. Though her additions had vanished, their effects had not. Everything carried over into her demonic form, her technological grafts becoming magical abilities.

The black markings upon her breasts and belly transformed, growing, altering in shape, being joined by additional symbols upon her skin; the markings of a true demoness, not merely the mortal property of another demon. The metal ports upon her back and neck remained, for she still needed to pilot her beloved Lillith into battle, to defend those around her. Even as a demon she would battle against her own kind in order to protect those less powerful than herself.

Delilah took a deep breath, releasing all the fear she had built up within her. She released the pure hatred for the creatures. Demons were not evil in and of themselves; they could behave in whatever manner they wished. It was only those who took advantage of the humans that could not adequately defend themselves who deserved to be cast out, to be destroyed.

She whispered a soft apology for her tribe's ignorance, of sending loved ones out into the night, young men, women, and even children who were banished for fear of corrupting the rest of the clan.

Maybe the world needed to be corrupted; maybe it would be best for all the humans to be converted into demons, to be better able to defend themselves. But it should not be forced upon anyone, nor should anyone be under the thrall of another, like with the Stephanite Hivemind, a relative handful of consciousnesses directing the actions of thousands, overwhelming free will, imprinting upon them the mentality of their controllers.

A series of soft pops and cracks came from her back as the skin upon her shoulder blades painlessly parted. Spidery, metallic limbs grew forth from the openings, glistening and dripping with ling strands of softly glowing and translucent orange raw deimoplasm. The sharp, pointed legs seemed to keep coming and coming, a second branch, then a third, and a fourth. Delilah grinned as she recognized her deimomech's skeletal wing design. She ran a finger over them, made of the same metallic armor-plating as her tail, she could feel the pent up power within them, several soul gems glowing within each strut of the wings, one in each knuckle-like joint.

Delilah knew what they were; recognition of her kills. If a demon of power slew another demon, it could take its soulstone for itself, granting its corporeal body even greater power at the expense of a rival. But even without soulstone harvesting, a murderous demon would grow powerful over time, the act of killing a demon made its soul radiate energy, lose power, that power seeping into their killer.

Delilah should have known this, should have recognized it, should have seen that this was why all demon hunters would eventually become corrupted, transforming into what they hunted. Once there was enough power to overwhelm the will, when the demonic soul-shrapnel was finally enough to overwhelm the hunter's soul...It was so easy to see now, such a simple thing that she knew to be true upon an instinctual level. So much could easily be learned in conversing with demons who had been mortals. The concepts that Delilah knew deep down to be true seemed incredibly simplistic, pathetically easy to grasp, and yet the Vanguard had told her none of the truths she knew to be self-evident. In their fear and ignorance they had cast aside the very individuals who could have potentially been their greatest hope, their greatest sources of information against the forces of darkness and corruption.

Demonic corruption was not always something born from malice, but at times merely discomfort. For many demons, having lived their lives in an elemental plane where the physical and the spiritual were one and the same, where will and strength were one, the mortal world was a strange and forbidding place to them. They sought to convert out of fear as well, out of discomfort and misunderstanding for the material world.

Delilah moaned softly as the deimoplasmic bones within her legs changed shape, her tibia and fibula shortening, while the tarsals of her feet lengthened. She could feel other bones in her body shifting subtly, to allow for potential motion upon all fours, so that she could experience the thrill and speed she felt while piloting Lillith, but without having to link up to the great creature.

Her toes fused, merging easily together like droplets of mercury, creating three large toes, each tipped with a small metallic claw. As Delilah watched with delight her claws began to grow, more dangerous and lethal, and more able to dig into the ground and increase her speed as she ran, also adding traction to both her bipedal and quadrupedal gait.

Even though her cybernetic frame had been capable of incredible speeds, she had always found running rather problematic. She had little control over her accelerated form, no way to turn or increase drag easily, no way to dig into the ground and propel herself forward with her blunt human toes.

Her fingers remained unaltered in number, but her nails quickly turned metallic as well, her red demonic skin flowing over them, leaving only small, vertical slits for which to extend her new, cat-like claws.

The warmth began to leave her, flowing away from her extremities, to her core, and then up to her head, where her soul gem currently resided. The new demoness felt the skin upon her temple part, a small pair of metallic horns protruding from them, marking her full ascension into demonhood.

The warmth faded to a tiny pinprick as she mentally commanded the gem downward through her body, nestling it between the shoulder blades, sinking it into the harder than diamond bone several inches thick that provided the anchoring points for her wings.

An electric thrill went through her body as the soulgems within her wings activated, forming a translucent membrane between them. It was thicker than the monomolecular field that the Lillith sported, but Delilah could narrow it to that margin if she desired.

She wrapped her arms around Lillith's spectral form, as solid to her as flesh. Her now elongated forked tongue slipped into the creature's central muzzle, curling around the beast's similar tongue.

Lillith inhaled deeply, seeming to draw out something from within Delilah, a hefty weight and burden that she no longer needed to carry. Moment by moment she felt her belly and breasts lighten, no longer carrying their burden of comparatively dense computer processing gel.

The deimomech had drawn the components needed for its operation from its pilot and into itself. Lillith was no longer just a machine; it was capable for full independent function. But Delilah knew that it was perfectly content to let its true body lie slumbering, in order to remain at her side in invisible, nearly intangible miniature. No one would see her companion following her; no one would be able to feel it. Oh certainly, the more magically inclined could sense a powerful presence of sorcery around her, but no more than usual.

Delilah broke the kiss, suddenly realizing that her energy signature would have changed, as well as her obviously demonic form. They would notice immediately! She had to sneak out, had to leave had to...

Delilah smiled. She had to stop worrying. She was a demon after all, capable of the impossible. It was merely a matter of will, and if she had gained some of the abilities of the demon that had triggered her turn, she would be perfectly fine.

She closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath. She drew in her wings and tail, her horns retracting into her skull, her feet becoming flat upon the floor again, the beautiful, vibrant sanguine color of her skin fading back to the deceptive, innocent pure white that it had been before.

Though Lillith could not effectively use some of its abilities due to its bestial form and nature, it had imparted upon Delilah the very same powers, those of the seductive succubus. She could change her shape; cloak herself to all the senses of those around her. She could even project an astral version of herself, using sheer mental force to construct a second deimoplasmic body for herself, far more fragile and far more easily destroyed than her own, but much harder to detect.

Delilah shifted back to her true form, the winged half-beast that she now regarded as her true self, the creature that she had always been meant to be. All her trials and tribulations had been meant to create the wonderful, powerful creature she had become. If her fellow Vanguard knew of her transformation, they would try to destroy her. Try and fail miserably.

But Delilah had no interest in harming her comrades. She was a succubus now, she could easily invade the dreams of those upon the base, seduce them, corrupt them, transform them into demons as well. But she wouldn't do that. She would not forcibly transform anyone.

Lillith nuzzled gently at Delilah's rounded middle, sending waves of erotic pleasure through the new demoness. She moaned softly, glowing, fiery-colored deimoplasm serving as lubrication for her gently throbbing sex glistening between her legs. A similar fluid beaded upon the tips of her pitch black nipples.

Delilah looked down at the familiar expanse of swollen, rounded flesh upon her midsection; despite the computer cores being siphoned from her. The weight and mass within had transformed along with Delilah.

She looked at the astral demon with wide eyes, filled with happy tears, "Eggs." She whispered softly, "Demon eggs. I... I'm going to be a mommy."

She lifted Lillith into the air, wrapping her arms around the demon's broad chest, her tail snaking around the beast's own, "Oh thank you!" she said softly, trying to keep herself from letting out loud sobs of wonder and gratitude, "Thank you!"

The two lay upon the bed for quite some time, cuddling and caressing one another, Delilah petting and stroking the beast, Lillith nuzzling and licking the succubus with its many tongues.

The demoness suddenly opened her eyes, a smile spreading across her face, "I need to give this gift to the other pilots and mechs." She said to Lillith, "They need to feel this, they'll want this. I know it. If they feel anything like I do when I'm inside you, oh... mmm..." Delilah moaned softly, pressing her pregnant belly against the beast, contact with the creature's skin sending blissful bolts of pleasure through Delilah's demonic form.

The eggs within her seemed to grow warmer, wriggling just a little bit. Demon eggs were not the same as the eggs of mortal creatures. They were pockets of magical potential, perhaps to create a new life, with the right application of power they were a way to draw in a demon to the mortal world, but overall their purpose was to bring new demons into the world.

"You wouldn't mind, would you?" Delilah asked, "Using our first clutch of eggs to bring the others into the fold?"

Lillith let out a trio of sounds halfway between a purr and a chuckle, of course it didn't mind. One way or another, they would serve their purpose.

The three-headed dragoncat chuffed softly and nosed Delilah towards the door, hopping up onto the bed and curling up.

The demoness smiled and cloaked herself in her disguise once more, conjuring some clothes out of the ether to make her somewhat decent.

"Sleep well, my love." She purred, "When you awaken in the morning you will be sire to a half dozen succubus-cyborg pilots." Delilah said with a chuckle, slipping out into the hall.